RAIN.
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. |
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A Good Play
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
- We built a ship upon the stairs
- All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
- And filled it full of soft pillows
- To go a-sailing on the billows.
- We took a saw and several nails,
- And water in the nursery pails;
- And Tom said, "Let us also take
- An apple and a slice of cake;"--
- Which was enough for Tom and me
- To go a-sailing on, till tea.
- We sailed along for days and days,
- And had the very best of plays;
- But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,
- So there was no one left but me.
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I love the second poem it is one of my favorites.
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